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MARCH, 1969
THE PANTHER
page 9
REMEMBER THIS ?
JAMES SIPPY WALLS JUST A USING DUDES
DIABOLICAL LARRY BELL JUST A DEUCING
Oceanic Disasters?
Scientists are making a new study of mysterious subsurface
oceanic waves which have been blamed in some quarters for
submarine disasters such as the loss of the Thresher in
1963.
The 15-day investigation by the Environmental Science Ser
vices Administration (ESSA) and the University of Washington
will begin within a week about 80 miles off the coast of Wash
ington and British Columbia.
Subsurface undulations, called internal waves, apparently oc
cur in all oceans. Sometimes they are larger than surface
waves. In 1964 the coast and Geodetic Survey Ship Pioneer
measured internal waves in the Indian Ocean which were 270
feet high. The highest surface ever reported was 112 feet.
Some internal waves are believed to be caused by surface
tides at the end of the continental shelf where submerged land
masses off the coast pitch down to the deep ocean floor. This
theory is being investigated by the Essa-Washington University
Team,,
The nuclear submarine Thresher plunged to its doom off
the New England Coast with a loss of 129 men. Cmdr. William
Barbee, Essa oceanographer and chief scientist of the current
study, noted that “internal waves have been the subject of
considerable speculation in connection with submarine disasters
during the last five years.’'
“In the loss of the Thresher,” he said, “these waves were
seriously advanced as a possible factor.”
Barbee doubted that internal waves of tidal frequencies had
anything to do with destruction of the Thresher. But there
are other kinds with other frequencies which conceivably could
have been involved.
In any case, Barbee said, “the findings of the present study
may be of value in assessing the importance of these other
internal waves to submarine operations.”
DASHIKIS
Da shee keys! That’s the word
from here, your S.G.A. office.
Since Black Consciousness
is growing every day, Clark’s
S.G.A. wanted to make it more
available, in the form of Dash-
ikis.
“Because of the exhorbitant
prices that our so-called “soul
brothers” sell their dashikis,
we decided to make them avail
able at a reasonable price.”
To accompany you when you
desire a beautiful dashiki, and
don’t have the funds, there is
always the S.G.A. Bank.
Whose making these beautiful
garments? Some of the girls
from Clark, naturally, along
with some of the Spelmanites.
In the S.G.A. office there are
five basic patterns. If you want
one from a material that you
have selected, bring it in and
you will have the pleasure of
saying that it was custom made
for you. These dashikis sell
at the S.G.A. office from $5.00
to $7.00. (You really couldn’t
ask for more at such a small
SPORTS QUIZ
QUESTION: WHAT
SPORTS TEAM
HAS WON TWO
AND LOST ONE?
ANSWER: THE CLARK
COLLEGE BASE
BALL TEAM.
Centennial
Souvenirs
Centennial decals and auto
bumper stickers are available
free of charge to alumni, facul
ty and students in the Alumni
Office, Room 307 in the Ad
ministration Building. Come by
and get yours today.
Centennial book matches will
be available December 1. Cen
tennial keychains may be bought
in the College bookstore after
December 1, for $1.75 each.
The Centennial observance
can only be publicized if you
show an interest and display
reminders of the Clark Col
lege Centennial year-long ob
servance, to the citizens of
Atlanta.
--Joe Louis Tucker
PARADISE NOW
A 3 1/2 hour performance
of the anarchist play “Paradise
Now” by the Julian Beck Liv
ing Theater troupe ended in the
arrest of troupe members and
Yale students last week. Po
lice took Beck, his wife and
four other persons into custo
dy after they led some 250
members of the play’s audi
ence, some wearing only un
dergarments, into a main street
bordering the Yale campus,
chanting “The streets belong
to the people.” There were
no reports of violence,
The episode occured at the
end of the production. Earlier
the cast members stripped to
loin cloths and bikinis. Some
members of the audiences re
sponded to the exhortations of
the cast by removing their
clothing. Beck was charged with
indecent exposure. The others
were charged with indecent ex
posure or breach of the peace
or both.
The troupe had been in the
United States for about two
weeks when the incident oc
cured. This week they are sche
duled to appear at the Brooklyn
Academy of Music.
POET’S CORNER
Love at ۥۥ
BY LILLIAN ANDREWS
Doye j« .,,4 walking across
the campus anticipating who will
be ftt the corner, op the Side
walk, riding by, or in your class.
Love is .. . feeling his pre
sence in every nook and cranny
of Attairfjt University center,
Love Is .. . .proving a point -
carrying it to extreme levels.
Love . . . daring to take a
course from a failing teacher
for the sake of being near,
Loveitis „> .-listening tp and
becoming aware of all the cases
mgainsL you ir ohoide-but still
wanting it.
Love is.. . , being crushed,
bruiSed, torn, but willing to
never giye up until self-satis
faction is realized.
Love is. . . staking every
thing, yet losing, taking the
loss arid beginning again with
worn-out tools.
Lovers; u dreaming of;Wliat
never was but could be, and stri
ving to mdkfe the dreams a re
ality.
Love is... wanting, yet know
ing that doing-not wanting, will
get some results.
Love is. . . the singing of the
soul which never says “you
can't" but always.-“try”.
Love is , ., living in an ex
istence Which says - you are
deao - but love says you are
not.
Love fs . . . reading Econo-
*mics only to discover your mind
is taken away by thoughts of
another time, another place.
Love is .. . being hopelessly
and Hieflrafely miserable.
Black
Dark as the shadows in a
swamp,
I Beautiful as a stallion on the
romp,
Powerful like the arms of a
smitthy,
Shining bright like a calm sea.
Symbol of evil, the devil’s robe,
Despised, unaccepted through
out the globe.
Essence of defeat, known to
deplete,
Yet always competing to lead
the heat.
Opposite of light, dominant over
white,
Conceals all htings not done in
light.
Upon us all, amid our strife,
Black is mysterious, black is my
life.
MEIN KAMPFT
(MY BATHE)
-RONRICO
A battle - loves’ constant bat
tle,
Forever thriving in my mind.
Wrecking, that desolate battle,
I barely exist, it’s in my mind.
A battle, destroying all people,
Making a waste of all mankind.
Shattering, tearing my frame
work,
Leaving me hopeless, and so
blind.
A battle, such a terrible battle,
One fit of a scurmish- knowing
no end.
Dependent, yet only and solely
conceived
When two lovers were made of
friends.
A battle, loves’ constant battle;
Parasitic, as to my very being.
Vultruistic- thriving and grow
ing,
Created- from my own minds’
bleeding.
Yes, a battle, t’is trulyabattle,
T’is certain that this fight must
end.
Retaliation, in the fullest,
Fore, this battle, I WILL WIN!
The Deep
Sleep
BY DAVETTA BELL
A dream from which we want
to awake
Please open our eyes for
God’s Sake
Too long with our eyes clo-
ed, too long in a sleep
Oh, Lord how long must we
suffer defeat?
In a world of hate, suffering
and pain
We travel down the path of
despair and shame
Where are we headed? Just
where will we go?
The answer to this, master,
only you know.
We feel a hand shake us,
a voice says, “Wake up”
But in fear we realize the
world might erupt
Our eyes seem to close tight
er and then,
We pray, “Oh please help
us this world to mend”
So that we can wake up, wake
up from this sleep
And no longer, — no longer
suffer defeat
And no longer live in suffer
ing and shame
And no longer travel a path
of despair and shame . . .
LOOK OUT YALL!!
THE J.J IS BACK!!
WHAT YOU SAY!!!